She collapsed to her knees, clutching at her chest and doubling over to cough up the burning liquid in her throat -- not bile or phlegm but a milky white liquid that held a strange glow. The light was consuming her from the inside. It burns... Tears streamed down her face: were they the same white liquid? It hurts… The coughing grew relentlessly, the milky white liquid spilling from her mouth like a waterfall. Cracks appeared silently across her body, the light pouring out from within her.
Aymeric sat up from his desk where he had been pouring over paperwork, set his quill back into its pot and rose to his feet to stretch out his legs. As he moved something snapped, and before he could reach to catch it, the amulet Mizuki had given him to protect him went plummeting to the floor and shattered into little pieces. He looked down in horror, and from the corner of his eye saw a flash of something before his desk. “Mizuki?” he asked, reaching out to the shape, but it seemed to dissolve before his fingers could touch it. A searing pain flowed through his chest, and he felt the wetness of tears on his cheeks. “No.” He stared down at the shattered jewel. “My light...no, please...tell me you’re still coming home.” Aymeric wanted to believe she would return hale and whole but something in his heart knew that he would hold her in his arms again, only in his dreams.
A snippet from: Melodies of Life (what if: Mizuki falls to the light and becomes the next Lightwarden.)
